But one must always be on guard against others. Qingxuan and Dushi, two national-level warriors, are still carrying the country's most important weapons to take precautions against any possible danger.
Of course, some people suggested stabbing, but they were all suppressed by Qingxuan.
The next day, Lan recalled all the Yin gods. Three of the Ten Yin Gods were found by Yuan and brought back to the underworld. One had been beaten to death, and there were five remaining.
Including Lan, there are six people in total.
After understanding the situation, the Yin Gods looked at each other, and all of them looked at a loss.
Someone said, "My Lord, the only way now is to activate the secret method. Whether it's the trend of heaven and earth or the strategy, we have no choice."
As soon as the words came out, they were immediately recognized by others, just like Lan before.
Because it's true.
The Ninth Hall Yin God said: "Why don't we ask Li Changsheng for help? Maybe he can help us."
As soon as this was said, everyone's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed. In fact, Lan had also thought about this question, but gave up after thinking about it carefully.
Lan asked, "What can I ask for? We are not related, and we are enemies. Why should we ask for help? Not to mention our enemies, even blood relatives may not help us to face the disaster."
To put it bluntly, taking the calamity for others is called being a scapegoat. Heavenly calamity is a rule that cannot be violated. Anyone who wants to cheat will face extremely severe heavenly punishment. Since ancient times, there has been a high probability of death.
That’s why it’s also called dying together.
"Isn't he very strong?" The Yin God of the Ninth Palace asked this question in a very low tone, appearing extremely unconfident.
This is the equivalent of asking billionaires, aren't they rich? Why don't you give me a few million?
Or everyone in the country would give me one dollar.
Why?
People can help you, but you can't ask them. Helping is a favor, not helping is normal.
Now at least they still have some dignity left.
Finally, everyone looked at Yuan and said in unison: "Master, the foundation of enlightenment is nothing more than death. We are willing to be the cornerstone."
Even if it is to achieve the He Dao, Yuan still needs to rely on secret techniques with his current strength.
It was the same for them in their previous lives. The difficulty of becoming a Taoist required too many sacrifices. Yuan almost stepped on the corpses of everyone and now he was just doing it again.
After a long time, when the bright moon rose, the jade plate fell under the man in black robe. The jade beads on the flat crown sparkled, adding a touch of holiness.
Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and there was only calmness in his deep eyes. He had never panicked from beginning to end, and even if he was pushed by the great trend of heaven and earth, he had never lost his mind.
I have never lost my spirit.
Deep in Yuan's calm eyes, there is actually a blazing fire burning at all times.
The pursuit of Tao and the struggle against Heaven.
"Do you know why reincarnation exists?"
“It is the home of all living beings in the world.”
"Do you know what the underworld is and what the underworld gods are?"
"In order to divide yin and yang, the Yin God is worshipped by all living beings. He is not a king who is high above, nor a powerful person who can decide life and death. He is the one who carries the heaven and earth with his body, and stands upright on the earth."
"Do you know where my heart lies?"
"Hold the living high, for the foul air is too filthy."
Yuan decided to follow the Tao. He would not kill anyone. He did not care about the opponent's strength. He just practiced his own Tao.
This is his last ray of light as a person who has attained enlightenment and a person who has achieved half enlightenment.
Heaven and earth need reincarnation, and all living beings need the underworld.
Boom!
The heaven and earth shook, a thunder resounded through the sky, and countless cultivators looked up and suddenly felt something.
The heavenly calamity of Hedao is brewing, and some people are preparing for Hedao.
Hidden away in the bustling city is an old neighborhood full of a sense of time.
Under the banyan tree, the roots broke through the concrete floor and some dead leaves fell.
An ordinary young man sat on a stone bench under the roots of a tree, holding a book in his hands. A spring breeze blew his hair, and his eyes revealed a hint of laziness and tranquility.
He closed the book, as if talking to himself, as if approving, or praising.
"qualified."
Li Yi never thought of the throne of King Mingling as a treasure, but only as a burden.
He can give it to anyone, but are you qualified?
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